A few minutes later he saw a shell hole in the snow. He hit the ground hard
but immediately turned and began to kill off Guardsmen. One got past his
hail of bolter fire and dived in the bunker. He was ready to strike at
Hrolf's head when his innards spilled all over the floor. His intestines
getting tangled in his feet. He went pale and fell to the floor. Then he
saw a Grey Hunter squad run past his shell hole. Hrolf jumped up to join
them. He ran immediately to the Ogryn and drew his combat knife. He leapt
upon it and stabbed it eye. He pushed it right through to the Ogryn's tiny
brain because he knew that would be the only way to kill it.
"Hrolf! Help!" Hrolf turned his head and saw one of the Grey Hunters getting his arms torn off by a manic Guardsman. He leapt to his aid and put a bolt through the Guardsman's head.
"Okay! We'd better get the hell out of here!" Shouted the Wolf Guard leading the pack. His armour was covered in blood and five Guardsmen lay dead around him. One in particular caught Hrolf's eye. Its gun was bigger than all the others and it had one large arm and one small one. Also its intestines, which were spilled all over the floor, were pulsating. He turned,
"Wait!" He called after the Grey Hunters. "We'd better take this one with us." He indicated towards the Guardsman.
"Yeah sure." Said one, and Hrolf slung it over his shoulder, coating him with a thin layer of blood. He made sure that the intestines didn't break.
The journey back to the Fang was uneventful, after about an hour they decided to call for a Dropship and requested that a Techmarine be taken aboard. He examined the corpse and said,
"Yes. We had better take it to the Fang for extensive examination. But at least now we no why they were attacking us."
"Yes, heretics." Spat Hrolf. "But they did some good. They took out a Wulfen, so at least I didn't have to fight it!"
They made it back to the Fang and went straight to the hall, where dinner was just being served. Hrolf ate four entire steaks with six roast potatoes and gravy, drank eight pints of undiluted alcohol, mistaking it for ale, and then keeled over backwards and had to be helped to his dormitory. When he woke up the next morning he found, to his surprise, the walls caked in blood. He rose to his feet and went to take his bolter from under his bed. He felt something and grabbed it, when he pulled it out it was half a Guardsman. He pulled it out and found it was lying on his bolter. He picked it up. Someone came around the corner and he instinctively aimed, then he smelled his brother's scent and lowered the gun. His brother, Ragnar*, said,
"Hrolf! I'm surprised you didn't wake up! That heretic was about to kill you, but I shot him." Hrolf was stunned.
"W-What?" He stammered.
"You drank pure alcohol and went out cold. Anyway." Ragnar continued, "The heretic Guard have invaded and they've brought," He turned around and fired three bolter shots. "some friends." He walked out of view and pulled the obliterated corpse of a Chaos Marine into his dormitory.
"Whoa, looks like you could use a hand." Said Hrolf.
"Always!" Ragnar smiled. They sprinted down the corridor together.
*Ragnar - not the famous Wolf Lord, just coincidence.
"Hrolf! Help!" Hrolf turned his head and saw one of the Grey Hunters getting his arms torn off by a manic Guardsman. He leapt to his aid and put a bolt through the Guardsman's head.
"Okay! We'd better get the hell out of here!" Shouted the Wolf Guard leading the pack. His armour was covered in blood and five Guardsmen lay dead around him. One in particular caught Hrolf's eye. Its gun was bigger than all the others and it had one large arm and one small one. Also its intestines, which were spilled all over the floor, were pulsating. He turned,
"Wait!" He called after the Grey Hunters. "We'd better take this one with us." He indicated towards the Guardsman.
"Yeah sure." Said one, and Hrolf slung it over his shoulder, coating him with a thin layer of blood. He made sure that the intestines didn't break.
The journey back to the Fang was uneventful, after about an hour they decided to call for a Dropship and requested that a Techmarine be taken aboard. He examined the corpse and said,
"Yes. We had better take it to the Fang for extensive examination. But at least now we no why they were attacking us."
"Yes, heretics." Spat Hrolf. "But they did some good. They took out a Wulfen, so at least I didn't have to fight it!"
They made it back to the Fang and went straight to the hall, where dinner was just being served. Hrolf ate four entire steaks with six roast potatoes and gravy, drank eight pints of undiluted alcohol, mistaking it for ale, and then keeled over backwards and had to be helped to his dormitory. When he woke up the next morning he found, to his surprise, the walls caked in blood. He rose to his feet and went to take his bolter from under his bed. He felt something and grabbed it, when he pulled it out it was half a Guardsman. He pulled it out and found it was lying on his bolter. He picked it up. Someone came around the corner and he instinctively aimed, then he smelled his brother's scent and lowered the gun. His brother, Ragnar*, said,
"Hrolf! I'm surprised you didn't wake up! That heretic was about to kill you, but I shot him." Hrolf was stunned.
"W-What?" He stammered.
"You drank pure alcohol and went out cold. Anyway." Ragnar continued, "The heretic Guard have invaded and they've brought," He turned around and fired three bolter shots. "some friends." He walked out of view and pulled the obliterated corpse of a Chaos Marine into his dormitory.
"Whoa, looks like you could use a hand." Said Hrolf.
"Always!" Ragnar smiled. They sprinted down the corridor together.
*Ragnar - not the famous Wolf Lord, just coincidence.